Quotes About Howling

Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf was howling. Crows circled the broken tower, waiting for corn.

The only thing I had was Laika, the dog, whose homeless soul was howling through the cosmos. And my brother, the Minotaur.

ja nalazim da je u pasjem zavijanju daleko manje zlo?e i okorelosti srca nego u pevanju ovih ljudi kad su pijani ili prosto poneseni svojim besom.

In noaptea aceea, Colt Alb strapunse tacerea cu un urlet prelung. Isi atinti botul spre stelele reci, impartasindu-le durerea lui.

And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him.

And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stillness, and the cold, and dark.

I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!

Thus must the bewildered Wanderer stand, as so many have done, shouting question after question into the Sibyl-cave of Destiny, and receive no Answer but an Echo. It is all a grim howling of wild beasts, or the shrieks of despairing, hate-filled men... (The Everlasting No)

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

rare frost that morning, the wind howling

for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.

Her disintegration went down a shaft of phases, every one more racking than the last; for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.

A poet is a lone wolf howling soul at impossible questions— Poetry is the answer.

These parched beasts had died with their necks stretched in agony in the sand and now upright and blind and lurching askew with scraps of blackened leather hanging from the fretwork of their ribs they leaned with their long mouths howling after the endless tandem suns that passed above them

Elske screamed, too. But when Elske screamed, it was the war cry of the Volkaric that came out of her mouth, a howling like the voice of a wolf. The cry wound around the narrow streets as if they were in the wild and merciless northlands.

It is a very old and widely spread superstition that when a dog howls at night someone not far away is dying or will soon die. Many people are uncomfortable when they hear a dog howling after dark, not because they believe that dogs have any knowledge that death is present or coming, but because their ancestors for many centuries believed that the howling of a dog was ominous

The other night, the cats were howling. I turned over and convinced myself to go back to sleep because they weren't my patients.

Our driveway seemed darker than usual. I knew it was silly, but I kept looking around as I walked. Then something rustled in the trees overhead. That was enough for me. I took off running and didn't stop until I made it to the bottom of the boat ramp. Conditions at the marina weren't exactly ideal for a romantic conversation. The wind was howling, and the docks groaned as they rose and fell. Even so, it was better than trying to talk with Julie around.

There was the cell where Fr. Eulalio, a thriving lunatic of eighty-six who was castigating himself for unchristian pride at having all the vowels in his name, and greatly revered for his continuous weeping, went blind in an ecstasy of such howling proportions that his canonization was assured.

A tortured note of desperate fatalism runs through his poetry, as in remote landscapes he celebrates the savagery, the howling wilderness.

Now it has been said from ancient times that all women who weep may be divided into three sorts. There are those who lift up their voices and their tears flow and this may be called crying; there are those who utter loud lamentations but whose tears do not flow and this may be called howling; there are those whose tears flow but who utter no sound and this may be called weeping.

caterwauling

both of whom give Avril a howling case of the maternal fantods.

I think the wolves all died when the great forests were cut down. That howling you hear is only the Londoners.